Upon hearing his words, the young man's face froze, his complexion turned pale instantly, and he even felt his scalp beginning to itch.
Seeing that his words frightened him, Charles and the soldier beside him chuckled softly.
"Don't worry, that guy doesn't like wearing helmets either."
Upon hearing this, the young man suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.
But Charles's next words made his mood sink again.
"Lance may be an ugly guy, and no woman likes him, but he is a competent warrior."
"When those filthy things surged up from the sewers, he was the first to notice and warn us."
"Of course... he was also the first to die."
Looking at the young man's gloomy expression, Charles reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Since you've become a warrior, don't shame the helmet on your head."
After saying this, Charles couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
